Aurora's POV
I should have trusted the unease crawling under my skin.
The moment I stepped out of my car, the night felt wrong—too still, like the world was holding its breath. The café parking lot was dimly lit, one flickering streetlight buzzing overhead. Zayne’s black car stood near the far end, imposing even in silence. Jake’s old sedan was parked closer to the road, dull and unremarkable.
Two men. One truth. And a thousand ways this could go wrong.
I closed the car door quietly and scanned the area. There's nothing.
Yet my wolf stirred restlessly, claws scraping against my ribs.
*We are being watched.* I swallowed and took a slow step forward. Gravel crunched beneath my boots, loud in the quiet.
Too loud. The shadows between the buildings seemed thicker than they should have
